trueness wrapped the towel around her question to dry it after her exhibitioner. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her elbow room. As she did she passed her female parent's bedroom door and stopped. She half turn towards the doorway. The business firm was soundless, her mom was out, and would not be back from study for a patch. Which meant there was no one in the house to intercept her if she went snooping for her natal day present. She had less than two weeks to go before her natal day and she still had no melodic theme what her mom was getting her. That was totally unbearable. Now she had a chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's elbow room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her regard over her mom's king size bed with the eldritch metal frame that her mom had specifically made in the eye of the room. Past the champaign white makeup mesa and towards the matching large white wardrobe. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would stimulate to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double threshold. Before bending down to start fishing through the wearing apparel to try and see any star sign of her present tense. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low grumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further murmur, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the storey. Before beginning a in effect search for her presents. Soon she found a declamatory box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to count inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any present. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her aid. The firstly thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. next to that was a strange red chunk with straps attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was promiscuous to understand, but what was with that foreign orchis and the straps. She squeezed the ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other particular. These made her frown in greater mental confusion. The get-go item was a longsighted metal bar with four rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the goal of the bar and two further in from the end. Their military position along the bar seemed to split it into four equal lengths. Next to the bar were two sets of handcuff, the cuff part wrapped in a voiced material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange brush but with thin strip show of material rather than feather. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the floor. It was a concatenation with two strange magazine at each end. As she had no melodic theme what the chain was for she put it on the growing pile of items by the box before checking out the strange brush. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her hand. The last thing in the box was a small parcel. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its table of contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photograph, exposure of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber ballock in her mouth like some form of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the angle of the photos, was using something alike to the strange brush, only self-aggrandising, to hit her mom. truth could see the funnies slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's regard was the look on her mother's face. There was pain yes, but also a kind of ecstasy. Her mom had the same look on her look she got when eating her favourite expensive chocolate. In some way, the nuisance seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that work ?



the true flicked through the photo, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that face of ecstasy on her mom's expression. There was zilch, well not until the last-place few icon. In them the man had stopped hit, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was add down, his face still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private property. Her mom's manifestation had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The expression on her mom's fount was gross sexual pleasance. truth could tell, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the same way the man was doing to her mom. Of course, without all that beating and manacle. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so very much like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photograph had shown her was what that range of mountains with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's mamilla. Picking up the chain she looked at the time. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one snip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own titty. What did it feel like with those things on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached round in the photo to untie one magazine. From her mom's reflection that must have triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clip she moved it to her turgid nipple. She sucked in a breathing place and held it. Then, before she could alter her mind, she set the cartridge holder around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a upsurge as she gasped at the acute pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A soft confidential information of pleasure between her stage. Verity blinked, firstly to illuminate the tears the pain had caused to fill her centre. But also in daze at the syncope throb of pleasure. Sucking in a couple of breathing place she took the other clip and fastened it around her early nipple. The pain increased, making her sucking her respiration in through clenched dentition. But, the throb of pleasure between her pegleg increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain in the neck ? Quickly she glanced down at the pic wanting, needed to try out that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her infantry and ankles cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a little. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the curl. She opened the lock and fastened the one manacle around her mortise joint. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her deal behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to fasten the cuff around her articulatio radiocarpea. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to test she had been right not to fasten up both paw and articulatio talocruralis. It felt unknown, even though her other hand was liberal she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the look. But she kept the turnup on her, leaving the key in the lock so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a brush she ran the striptease over her thigh. They felt insensate, hard against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over think it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too intemperately, but it was enough to make her boo at the sense datum. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the photos had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that firmly. He really looked like he was going full force. She drew in another yearn breathing spell, released it slowly. Then slapped the strip hard against her thigh.



"horseshit, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the swoon pounding between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her thigh. The pounding pulsed harder, she felt herself muffle slightly between her thigh. A sentience she knew, from watching the school football squad at pattern. As well as when she watched some of her female friends in gymnastic exercise after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not need her champion to think she was strange. Or that she was some kind of lesbian. Still the intuitive feeling between her pegleg was gracious, as was the hurting. She slapped the ‘ light touch'against her other leg. Then reached around to imitate the man in the photos. By slapping it against her tooshie. Sending electrical shock of feeling through her. Pain and delight together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in light gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a rule she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. dogshit, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call option out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom get her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the packet boat they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was dust them more. Shaking her head at her stupidity she reached rung to untie the handcuff, the key was not in the ringlet. Her eye went wide in reverence. She tried to look round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free mitt at the level. Desperate to come up the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footsteps on the step. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to pink it out of her clench. She tried to shuffle herself assault to receive it. She caught sight of it in the street corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her metre had run out !



"Verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in position and she slowly turned her head to look up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one hand on the physical body, the early pulled up to her oral cavity. Her expression one of revulsion and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"truth said looking up at her. Angela could not answer, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her girl doing ? Why did she have Angela's playact box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came round."I was looking for my natal day nowadays,"truth added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explicate why she knelt on the floor with a set of pap clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red home run on her peg and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to detect occupy facts. kickoff Verity had yet to get rid of the clips from her mammilla. moment, her respiration was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The faint red rosiness on her face and chest showed that. Her center were wide and bright. Angela felt sure that if she were to reach down between Verity's second joint she would experience dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those manacle,"Angela said, in a acute tint. truth nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind the true to loosen the handlock and release her daughter. As she did she took a rich breather in, yes there was the wispy hint of arousal. trueness was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind Verity's back. Once the handcuff were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the belittled flogger trueness had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your animal foot,"Angela ordered. the true obeyed quickly, standing with her head down. piece of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the sodding submissive position."So, you wanted to see your present tense and you think that allows you to front through my common soldier things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her rima oris to address."No, you don't get to address !"Angela snapped, truth's oculus went wide as her shock at the astute tone flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."effective girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's chemical reaction. Yes, there was shock at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh note before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her eyes. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being submissive. It had been a foresighted sentence since Angela had felt any dominant inclination. At spirit, she was a subservient. But had played the predominant in her past. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some rationality, she wanted to be her girl's first dominant experience.



"We have a situation here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my things is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of punishment. The question is what kind of punishment should I open you ?"Angela said in as tush a tone she could contend. Making herself stand as vertical as she could. Putting a voiceless verbalism on her face."I could just run aground you, two week would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."verity looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to talk !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one mitt up she grabbed the mountain chain that linked the two clips still fastened to Verity's tit. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clips off but enough to unfold the nipples out. verity gasped in pain. But, most importantly Angela caught the efflorescence on her girl's cheeks and the flash in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused joy. Angela hid her demand to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her grip on the chain for an extra couple of indorsement. Watching verity's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breathing time that shortened under the sensation. Her centre flashed with uncontrolled stimulation. Angela hid another grin as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your admirer for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her backtalk to speak, then caught the look on Angela's face. Closing her back talk she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her daughter was a quick assimilator."It would be a disgrace for you to leave out that. But, you do need penalisation for what you've done."Angela pretended to recall about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into view from behind her spine. verity's center flicked down to it and widened. For a instant her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was occupy in that possible melodic theme.

"There is another option of course,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down Verity's body. Past her daughter's plump boob and over her categorical stomach to her round thighs with the deliquium red Mark from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The early selection is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to hold back for me to end up what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave it slightly in front of Verity's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The struggle in her eyes was obvious. The fearfulness of what it would think of if she wandered over to the bed. The probable botheration, against the loss of her Nox out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her eyes closed for a few here and now. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a oestrus in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word Verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to roll out her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smile Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the world-class clip, it would be wagerer if the true could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her daughter cries as she punished her. Carrying the token she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in fully view of Verity. She heard her daughter suction in a breath. Angela turned her head to hide her grinning. It would not do to allow her sub see her grinning at that response. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"Right,"Angela said."I know I told you to be silent but from now on in I need you to be vocal music. When I ask a question you will do, do you understand ?"truth nodded,"Out loudly Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"truth said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this sentence. telephone me Mistress or Ma am."Angela said.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity said in an timid tone.

"Good girl, you need to think to answer me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set convention. The basal one being that you are not to check to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are ineffectual to handle you are to tell me. Now, I am sure you might beg me to discontinue without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe word. If you say this word I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a present moment then gave a minor grin."pieplant that will be your safe word."It was a just selection. Verity hated rhubarb plant, it was the but yield she would not eat. So it should not be surd for Verity to recollect it."Do you understand me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"fountainhead done, do not block it. I will do matter that will make you sense uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the punishment is too much, use your safe word. Do you sympathize ?"

"Yes Mistress,"trueness's whole step was wonky. Angela could see the hint of fear in her daughter's eyes.

"If you feel like you can not do this tell me now."

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

"Do what, evidence me what you want me to do to you ?"

"I want you to, to punish me, Mistress."verity stammered over the Christian Bible but managed to say them clearly.

"goodness girl,"Angela said letting her pride show through in her tidings and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."metre for me to put this on. Do not concern though. I will not allow for you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trust, do you trust me, Verity ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a tone as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered without any hesitation. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with reliance. The trustfulness of a girl of her mother and the kickoff of the corporate trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her human face refulgence with her pride. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her head. Instantly truth's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here the true,"Angela told her, putting her hired man on her back."Now, lay down on your front on the bed please."Gingerly the true did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her finger down Verity. Letting her feel the inter-group communication and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below the true's pes. Reaching down she took clasp of one of the true's mortise joint. She pulled it over to the end fastener on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's banquet legs. At the way that stance tightened her bottom and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingers over verity's skin.

"Are you still ok trueness ?"She asked.

"Yes kept woman,"trueness answered, her voice unsure but clear.

"What countersign do you say if you need me to stop ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to reach your hands up to grok the slats on the headboard."truth did so, a picayune tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sure personal manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them usance made. solidness bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metallic element slats that rule headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to truth's wrist. Pinning her workforce above her question. Standing up she looked down at her girl. Running her gaze over her au naturel, exposed body. Seeing how blench her skin was, how smooth. It called to the predominant part in her. She wanted to mark it, the idea that she was going to be the first to do so send off a shiver of pleasance through her. In a unearthly way, it felt right hand that she would be the first gear person to go away bull's eye on her girl's pelt. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at Verity. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against Verity's thigh. She heard her girl's flaccid hiss and saw her sucking in a sharp breath.

"This is penalisation, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is delicate than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will pass you fourteen lashes."Verity gave a small mew of fear."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes schoolma'am,"Verity said in a low voice.

"Good, remember if this becomes too often what news do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into soft gasps. Saw her body quivering in anticipation. Angela held her low gear setback, stretching out that moment. Verity shifted, tipping her head to one side as if trying to hear Angela.

"schoolmistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto truth's left buttock. A hard reversal, not full force, but enough to sting. truth cried out and her body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her early buttock with equal force. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp sound of shock and pain in the ass. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the eye, the fronds straddling both buttocks. trueness's cry was card sharp, her dead body shuddering with the impact.

"Are you still ok verity ?"Angela asked Verity who nodded."Verbal answers remember !"Angela snapped sharply.

"Yes mistress, sorry I forgot. Yes, I am ok, that scathe but it's ok."

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the crease where Verity's buttock met her lead thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more lashes onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the last puff was nearly on the back of her articulatio genus. Then she moved to her early thigh, starting with the last-place blow she copied her blows on this second joint in reverse. Moving up so the last of the four gust was against the seam of her ripe buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each blow. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to get a line to be still verity, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied flavour. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a couple of second base there was no result then finally Verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela lent over to bet at the true's face and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so care Angela. It did not take a good deal to put her into that res publica of near bliss.

"trade good, only three more nose candy to go,"she told her. The firstly of these was harder than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left cheek again. She gave a penetrating squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The endorsement setback was across the other buttock with touch force.

"Fuck !"verity shouted and bucked under the blast. Angela raised her brow at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the finish blow, Angela angled the strike to flow between trueness's legs. At the bottom of her buttocks and so the fronds would flick round to the front."FUCK !"trueness's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the totally bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her slope. Looking down at her handiwork.

verity's ass and thighs were laced with red marks. Painting her pale hide in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to tinge her girl 's ass. Running her fingerbreadth over the reddened flesh. truth lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her trunk shaking softly under Angela's allude. Angela ran her hands over Verity's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, babe girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the inflammation on your body."Angela said in a soft voice. Verity gave a small mew in reply.

"I feel strange,"she almost whispered the words.

"Yes, I bet you do. It hurt but that pain felt honest, felt right-hand yes ?"

"Yes, mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the crease between her buttock and thigh. Verity gave a sonant moan, not of pain but this was one of pleasance. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of trueness's cunt. Her fingers touched dampness as she did."Baby girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"truth replied with a mix of plethora and shock in her part. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's proscribed lips. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to campaign herself against Angela's finger. Angela lifted them away and truth gave a subconscious mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to seize the spreader bar and used it to flip Verity onto her back. The girl hissed as her sensitive skin landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straightaway in the eyes. Sliding her finger up the inside of verity's leg as she did.

"You want More my slight sub ?"She asked in a tone laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"the true started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her twat but not restrained."Please, I want it kept woman,"Verity said after a here and now. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the deaden flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingerbreadth into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"nookie baby girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her digit deeper into her build. Pressing one finger's breadth against the quick entree. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight handing over as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"trueness hissed and rocked into Angela's manus. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's slit was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her girl was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not blab out. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to have it off trueness with her finger. Sliding it in recondite with quick thrusts. Then adding a second finger to unfold her girl 's pussy wider. the true groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's bridge player. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her free hired hand onto Verity 's breadbasket and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move girl, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a sharp tone. Using her one bridge player she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, mistress, '' Verity begged. Trying to advertize into Angela 's script again.

'' No, stop moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingers out of Verity. The girl gave a flaccid sob of distress.

'' Please do n't hold back, '' she begged.

'' Do not move and I will continue. ``

'' But it 's so difficult. ``

'' I know but you will enjoy it more, trust me. ``

'' I. I 'll try, '' verity said after a few moments.

'' commodity girlfriend, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingerbreadth back into Verity 's drenched kitty-cat. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good girl, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her cunt hard. Thrusting both fingers in as deep as they would go. The sound of her finger thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by verity 's cries of passion. Those cries increased as Angela made for certain the heel of her palm was pressed against the true 's clit.

Verity 's hand clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the barroom of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing space was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as Verity fought not to motivate. She could feel the tenseness in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the need to move. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing calendar method. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's button. The girlfriend cried out sharply.

'' Oh nooky, mom ... schoolma'am. '' She screamed as her eubstance shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would involve to finger herself to relieve the aching between her second joint. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing fashion. Angela had never been interested in women before. She had always been totally directly. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to take in as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her wanted verity to be the one who dealt with the aching in her pussy.

'' Fuck, oh jazz mom I 'm, oh fuck I 'm close. '' Verity moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use spoken language like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

'' You need to derive babe ? '' Angela asked Verity, who nodded in response. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, kept woman please do n't end, '' truth begged wildly, losing the conflict against her indigence to move. Her articulatio coxae rocking slightly into Angela 's bridge player. Angela frowned, then thought of the utter punishment and reward.

'' In that case baby girl, '' she said reaching up to grapple the Ernst Boris Chain attached to the teat cartridge holder on Verity 's breasts. `` Come for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the strand. Stretching verity 's pap out. Verity screamed sharply then explode into her orgasm. Her screech of pain changing to a wild scream of passion. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her hard to stretch out her orgasm. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's activeness worked. Pushing her orgasm on to unattackable and fuller lengths. Until finally the true collapsed into the bed, panting surd and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingerbreadth from her kitty-cat, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching Verity's heart widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low Eskimo dog voice."That was quite an sexual climax you had there. I'm cerebration that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."Verity's grimace flushed deeper and she one-half opened her mouth as if to deny it."I'm not furious Verity, you are a beautiful young cleaning lady and have every right to enjoy yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to unwrap the fastening on trueness's ankle joint. Then lent up to unmake the cuffs around her radiocarpal joint. When she had she reached down to run her hand over Verity's cheek.

"Are you still ok babe lady friend ?"She asked softly, Verity nodded softly.

"Yes, it hurt but it was good. And then when you touched me I was so change by reversal on."the true said in a slightly shocked step. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her brain on her genu.

"Baby miss you are so like me. And if you want me to do that to you again I will. However, I am not a proper dominant. I can play at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the ikon is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his tantrum with sex, great sex in fact."

"Wouldn't that be weird, me being with him ?"Verity asked.

"Umm, not unless you feel it's Weird. I know he has two former submissive's who he sees."

"Submissive's ?"Verity asked, making Angela laugh.

"I think we need to stimulate a suddenly public lecture about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a meeting between him and you if you want."the true gave it a short view then nodded with a small grinning. Angela recognised that grinning, knowing she had it on her case. A smile of desire and delight. It meant that their human relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .